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The fine hairs that made up her soft fur suddenly bristled sharply. The stench of raw meat and blood filled her nose, and for some odd reason...she liked it. Crimson red footsteps, that made the foot look like it dragged along, following down into one of the rooms on the boat.

Kris whirled around, and shouted, "Oi! Who's out there? Show yourself!"

Alexi had never quite considered someone with a sharp nose to stumble their way onto the ship. A sigh passed over his lips at his misconception, a low growl would follow rather nervously. It had been some time since he had partaken upon a operation on his own, with his own minions. A shake of his head as he heard the voice, and he stepped from the shadows flanked by a pair of heavily armed skeletons.

"Yes m'dear, there is someone here. Is there anything I can help you with?" His left brow was quirked upwards a bit as he noted that she was a lycan, and yet even more a halfbreed. A shift of his weight as he placed his bone bound book under his right arm and gave a low bow. "My name is Alexi DeSade, a bit of a consiour of sorts," if she would look closely his teeth were filed to points, at least the K-9's were.

"I have a loose affiliation with the group, but a part. I wouldn't say that." A slight wave of his hand as his skeletons would simply float backwards into a dark shadow, a smile danced over his lips. "No need to be nervous, you have done nothing towards me. So they will hold their blades," motioning towards the pair of guards in the shadows. A long sigh passed his lips as he sat down upon the broken corpse that was made into his chair, "Is there something I can do for you Mrs. Feline."

Time passed and he would draw his hand down and strip a peice of flesh from the corpse he sat upon. He hungrily took it between his lips ans licked free the blood, then began to eat upon it. "Ah, would you like to partake?" Said as he looked towards the lycan woman.

Alexi was a bit taken aback and he simply tilted his head to the side, "I didn't suppose you to be anything, I saw how you looked when you smelled the blood however. A slight hunger that hangs in the back of the mind, willing itself foward. Yes I know it." A laugh passed his lips as she took up the knife agianst him, and he shook his head.

"I suggest against that m'dear," he shook his head slowly and allowed a few strands of magic to wrap around his fingers. Ghostly bones would rise up and begin to float around him, and he would canter his head to the side. "I mean you and your "friends" no harm. I am simply hear to enjoy myself, and show people the power of the undead."

Once more he stripped off a peice of flesh and popped it into his mouth with a slight smile. Cantering his head to the side once more, he would offer his hand out to her. "Come sit, and partake?"

I very much hope that you know if you fire that weapon, you will die my friend. And if I was putting on such a fascade, why did I take my minions into the shadows?" A quirked brow was offered to the man now, and he looked back towards Kris, "Vile and scum could be given to alot of people, and not simply the organization I represent." A dismissing wave of his hand towards the man with the gun, thinking to himself, 'without honor, so pathetic.'

Looking back up for a moment he would give a slight grin towards the pair of them, "If you don't wish to partake, then please leave. I have a small group to prepare." His hand flipped a small switch and the ground seemed to move a bit as a cargo door was opened. Out filed about thirty or so zombies and assorted other beasties of his creation. Thrull's, lifeless skeletons, and his favorite zombies, "Now if we are quite done let me enjoy my meal."

Anthony laughed, clapping. "Bravo! Womderful! Truely, Madam, when i heard you were a half-lycan i almost slapped the man who suggested such a thing exist, but you perform wonderfully!" he said, grinning.

He walked up to the man who somehow was able to summon zombies; rather, he approached as far as he could without the things deciding they might want to protect their master. He didn't know who's side they were on, if any; the undead were a tricky lot when they still had their wits about them. "Might add, sir, that Gentleman have friends and decoted followers. They never have minions. Such is the way of the man of refined tastes. Slavery is a crude method of getting things done."

Her nails dug into the floor as she slid back, a growl crossing her lips. "So...what exactly are you here for? Not for your own enjoyment, I guess...and what do you mean by that? I might get the feeling sometimes, but I'm never used..."

The knife clanged to the floor, as Kris fell to her knees. She felt the same thing...and this man also knew... "Is that true? They only want me because I'm slightly powerful? And Gill...he never really loved me?" Her head leaned towards the floor as she gripped it in both hands.

"What am I...supposed to think...?"